Somniosus

Trying to draw, write, and do some strange things.

[sattickate]

I am not a straight people.

Reblog if you are also not a straight people.

[cementheaded]

THINKING

Sitting on a rather beloved hill, leaning my back against a hard purple-burgundy tree trunk. Looking at how this place stood out among all the silence and tranquility. The beautiful delicate pink petals flying by beckoned me to look at what they were falling from. Unable to bear it, I leaned back completely, involuntarily hitting the soft of my head against the tree trunk.

Rubbing my eyes that were getting used to the light, I stared at the branches of a beautiful tree by human standards. I notice a green ribbon playing in the wind, tied in a loose knot, and next to it a purple soft thick bracelet with natural black patterns that burn like fire the fur of any living creature. Staring at these two familiar objects and not even noticing other trinkets tossing about on other branches of native tree.

And involuntarily hanging, retreating into the depths of my mind, I remember those times.

I remember when it was quiet and free. I remember the first mistakes of these helpless, like children. I remember that the first burden was wrapped in the hope that everyone could achieve something. I remember how difficult the second was and again nurturing hopes, like a child. I remember how I met all and among them, who caught my attention with uniqueness, was you. I remember that this place is one of your associate's favorites. I remember when you first felt comfortable in my presence. I remember how sweetly you worried about her. I remember our first hugs. I remember how much fun we had working on our project. I remember how your snow-white eyes looked at everything with interest and nostalgia. And I remember the last day before parting.

Finally tilting my head to the right and removing my bored gaze somewhere towards the setting sun. My vision becomes cloudy again, and closing my eyes, I retreat completely into the memory of you.

[cementheaded]

Summer is over, and from now on only suffering awaits us. Study, exams, school, work — the list goes on and on.

It's the first day of autumn, and I decided to come back here and show you what I've been up to this summer. It won't be much, but even so, it's all on paper.

Maybe I should even show you my old poems and a peek at my unfinished books? It will be so bad, ngl...

[cementheaded]

It's look not that bad I guess

[cementheaded]

I just wanted to redesign the drawing of the twentieth year

How do you like it?